Chapter 463: Pinching an orchid and twisting the waist
inside the room.

Zao Wou-Ki is ready to go.

Just when I was thinking about how to train Tang San and the others in the future.

The sudden feminine voice in his ear instantly froze the smile on his face.

"Zhao Wuji~"

"Who?!"

Zhao Wuji stood up suddenly.

As a Soul Saint of level 77, he is a high-end fighter in the entire Soul Master world.

Able to clearly distinguish the sound of falling leaves within a hundred meters.

But at this time.

The voice was like rootless duckweed, directly flowing into his ears.

Make him like a headless fly!

He didn't recognize this voice, and the other party's strength made him very alert.

"Who are you? If you're a human, don't be a dog!"

Zhao Wuji growled, stood up and looked around, his muscles tense.

His reputation was indeed very bad back then.

But he didn't expect that his enemies would come looking for him even after he retired.

"Come out!"

The other party seemed angry, and the feminine voice became sharp and piercing.

A faint aura guided Zhao Wuji.

"Humph!"

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, not showing any fear at all.

He, Acalanatha, was also a man who killed countless people.

What's more, now there is a compilation
There's someone behind you!

Already furious, he broke out through the window without hesitation.

Come outside
Following the guidance of the energy, he quickly chased after it.

In less than a moment, they left the area of ​​Shrek Academy.

Come to the woods outside.

"Come out, I know you are here!"

Zhao Wuji shouted in a deep voice.

At the same time, the martial spirit was completely possessed, the seven spirit rings vibrated, and the air became solidified.

"Ah"

A hoarse laugh came from behind the tree.

A black figure followed closely behind him and walked out from behind the tree.

His whole body was covered in black.

He even had a black hood on his head.

Judging from her voice, she sounds like a rugged woman, and judging by her figure, she looks like a tall and burly man.

"who are you?"

Zhao Wuji asked in a cold voice. After being possessed by the martial spirit, he became burly and wild, making him intimidating without even getting angry.

The man in black did not answer, but said in a tender voice:
"Seeing Acalanatha in this small place, my heart is burning with excitement. I want to spar with you and stretch my muscles."

While talking.

The man in black raised his right hand.

The black light condensed, grasping the huge weapon, and the soul ring appeared.

Two yellow, two purple, and five black, a total of nine! They just stayed there quietly.

"..."

Looking at the nine soul rings of the man in black in front of him, Zhao Wuji shuddered.

He uttered four characters with difficulty.

"Title Douluo!"

The advantage is on the other side.

Zhao Wuji immediately admitted his mistake and bowed in greeting.

"May I ask which Your Majesty is here? Don't joke with Xiao Zhao. How can I be worthy of sparring with you?"

"What's worthy or not worthy?"

The man in black pointed at Zhao Wuji with his left hand shaped like an orchid.
There was something charming about the twisting of her body.

"Didn't you have a lot of fun bullying those kids during the day?"

Talking and talking.

The man in black twisted his waist, holding a huge object in his hand, and stepped towards Zhao Wuji.

"I suddenly realized"

"It feels good to bully people, just let me bully you and have fun."

The hoarse and eerie voice continued.

There was no strong aura emanating from the man in black.

But Zhao Wuji was sweating profusely, his mind was racing with thoughts.
There are only a handful of Titled Douluo on the mainland.

Each of them has a name, and there are some as sexy as the one in front of me.

But the martial spirits don't match.
Who is this?
Suddenly, the man in black stopped a few meters away and twirled his fingers.
Swung in a certain direction.

"Now that you're here, just come out. What's the difference if both of you come?"

Swish!
The figure flashes.

The expression on Zhao Wuji's face suddenly relaxed a lot.

Beside him, there appeared a figure covered in feathers, with orange-yellow vertical pupils and seven rings on his feet. "Boss Fu, this senior."

Flanders waved at Zhao Wuji, signaling him not to speak.

Looking at the man in black in front of him, his eyes were filled with surprise and doubt.

Hesitate for a moment and then salute respectfully.

"I've seen Haotian Mianxia."

"hiss--"

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath.

His heart sank as he finally understood the other party's identity: a ruthless man who dared to hit the Pope!

Immediately after
Zhao Wuji couldn't help but feel excited again.

This guy is simply looking for death!
But Zhao Wuji soon calmed down. If he wanted to achieve success, he had to survive this wave first.
It's just that he didn't quite understand.

When did Tang Hao, who is known as the most powerful soul master in the soul master world, become so coquettish?
Flanders also had the same question as him.

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He almost didn't recognize it just now.

Tang Hao did not hide anything and nodded slightly indifferently.

"No need to be polite, I'm here to cause trouble."

"Flanders the Four-Eyed Owl"

"Level 78? You are worthy of being the flying corner of the golden iron triangle back then."

Flanders endured the weird voice and lowered his posture.

"It's down."

"I wonder how Zhao Wuji has offended Your Majesty. Can you give me some face?"

"Cut the nonsense!"

Tang Hao's shrill voice pierced the eardrums, and he raised his index finger and waved his hand.

"You'd better stand aside, or I'll beat you up too!"

Zhao Wuji watched Flanders retreat, his face full of despair and helplessness as he said:

"Your Majesty Haotian, can you let me die knowingly?"

"Humph! After the younger one is beaten, it is only natural for the older one to come out and seek justice!"

Tang Hao hummed softly.

The next moment, the giant object in his hand and the spirit rings around his body were completely retracted.

"Go ahead!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Tang Hao had already arrived in front of Zhao Wuji and reached out with an orchid in his hand.

Bang, bang, boom! Ah——

The sounds of collision, giggles, and screams echoed in the woods.

Flanders beside him couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes.
I can't bear to watch it anymore.

There is no need to light incense at all, the battle is over in just a dozen breaths.

Tang Hao pinched his fingers together and adjusted his clothes.

Zhao Wuji was lying on the ground with a swollen head, black eyes and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

The clothes on his body were stripped off, revealing his sturdy body.

He bent over and gasped for breath.

"That's it. I'll trouble you to take care of Xiao San from now on."

Tang Hao's voice was very calm.

After saying this, his figure flashed and then disappeared quietly.

"Flanders, you are too disloyal, aren't you?!"

Zhao Wuji complained.

He climbed up with the help of Flanders.

"You want me to accompany you to get punished? Is this what you call loyalty?"

Flanders said unhappily, with a weird look in his eyes.

"Why did he take your clothes off?"

"how could I know?"

Zhao Wuji grinned and pulled at his clothes.

"By the way, why has he become like this? He doesn't look like a man at all."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Flanders frowned and looked around vigilantly.

He felt the same way.

“I didn’t say anything nonsense.”

Zhao Wuji lowered his voice, his face looked like pig liver and purple.

"I feel like I was touched several times just now!"

"All right!"

As a four-eyed owl, Flanders naturally saw it, but he was unwilling to say more.

"Maybe it's a disguise."

"I just didn't expect that Tang San would be his son."

Hear the words.

There was a gleam in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

"Yes. The son of Haotian Douluo!"

　I wish you all a happy life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)